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Things That Slip From Our Very Hands
water drips from our hands
no amount of cupping catches it
air escapes from our mouth
whatever lip closing you make
no matter what you do
memories slip like water like air
things precious friends so dear
love like diamonds
no one keeps them forever
the reality is in the cascading and losing and disappearing
i could have loved you more and keep you forever inside my heart
reality is not with us like air like water like memories evaporating
from our human senses
nothing lasts forever
the eternity you talk about when we kiss
the promises after love
we call these all lies
mystical mythical, that my love, my darling, is the truth.
poem
by
Ric S. Bastasa
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